"Isn't it? Well then, I suppose I understand a little now."
Xuelian stood quietly amidst the boundless expanse of snow as heavy snowflakes drifted down, gently blanketing her shoulders. She tilted her head up slightly to gaze at the dreary sky, letting the snowflakes slowly brush against her cheek and bring a trace of chill.
She had once believed that so-called justice was pure and untainted, yet now it seemed to be entangled with personal grudges.
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